Dark island

Away to the westward
I'm longing to be,
Where the beauties of heaven
Unfold by the sea
Where the sweet purple heather blooms
Fragrant and free
On a hilltop high above
The Dark Island

So gentle the sea breeze,
That ripples the bay,
Where the stream joins the ocean,
And young children play
On the strand of pure silver,
I'll welcome each day,
And I'll roam for every more,
The Dark Island

True gem of the Herbrides,
Bathed in the light,
Of the mid-summer dawning,
That follows the night
How I yearn for the cries,
Of the seagulls in flight,
As they circle above
The Dark Island